Because He doesn't always bother to distinguish
Levels of reality, when God is awake at 3 AM
He is likely to tun up in a reproduction of
Edward Hopper's Nighthawks demanding
Some coffee and a cruller. It does no good
For the counterman to protest that he
Is merely a copy of a figure in a painting
So he shrugs and, for the first time, turns the tap
On the coffee urn behind him and shouts to where
He hopes there is a kitchen and a cook
To see if there are any more crullers.
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